I am officially fed up with fighting monsters or whatever they are. I'm in New York City, FINALLY! But along the way, I was attacked by giant men with one eye. Many of them. In fact so many of them, that I can take them down with 4 moves. I'm really proud of myself. I mean, I biked from California to New York! That's pretty impressive. I've changed a lot during the trip though. Physically mostly. I'm stronger, from all the biking and the dagger fights, I'm a lot skinnier, because I burned all the calories biking, and, I know how to defend myself much better now. Also, most of my scars on my arms have faded. Some you can still see, but I don't wear my jackets all the time now. But I still need that money. I decide to take the alleyways as a shortcut to my uncle's house. Bad idea. I'm about halfway through the alleyway, when I hear rustling noises. And me, being a casual idiot, decided to check it out. So I get over there, and THERE'S 5 SKELE-DUDES JUST HANGING OUT THERE! Then I step on a twig...
"Oh crap, crap, crap!" I pull off my necklace and turn it into a dagger. They all come at me at once. I swing, and hit one of them. He explodes into golden dust. 1 down, 4 to go. You can do this Avril. Focus. One of them comes at me with a huge sword. I roll under him, but not fast enough. He rips my shirt, but doesn't break my skin. I quickly turn around and stab him in the skull. He turns into dust. 2 down, 3 to go. Two of them come at me at once. I panic, and freeze. Right before I become shish kebab, I stab one in the chest. Magical golden dust! That was sarcasm. The other one pauses, for a split second, then comes at me again. I turn out of his way, but his sword cuts my arm.
"F**k!" I swear in pain. I move on and whirl around, cutting his arm off then stabbing him in the hip. One more to go. This one is different. I can tell that. He seems to have more of a brain, which isn't good. He comes at me with a different approach than the others. We actually duel for a little while, before I catch him off-guard by back flipping over his sword. I land the flip, then stab his ribs. And he's gone. YES! I've never been happier! I grab my bag from where I dropped it, and continue down the alleyway. I keep my dagger out. Hey, this is New York. I hear a strange noise, but I react too late. A fog bomb goes off. I hear people yelling in the distance. I think I might hear bleating, but I lost a good amount of blood from my arm. I can see a form coming through the fog. I raise my dagger...
A boy comes through the fog. He has grease and oil stains on his hands and clothes. He's holding a big hammer. He has curly brown hair, and brown eyes. He is scrawny, but not in a bad way. If I didn't hate all boys, I would think he's kinda cute. But I hate all boys.
"Who are you?" he asks me.
"That is private information," I reply. I don't feel like using my dagger, so I leave it on the ground. I punch him in the nose, hard. I hear a crack, and he grabs his nose. I give him a minute to recover before I punch him in the stomach. He falls down, and looks like he's about to pass out. I lean down and say,
"My name, is Avril." He passes out.